I hope you are prepared for this: A few weeks ago, I made a BIG mistake! I had a lovely idea with the best of intentions, but I made a naive mistake and my computer had another out-of-the-ordinary glitch that sabotaged my lovely idea.
The result was that a FEW angry people were willing to blast it all over the internet. People that have no idea who I am or what I’ve endured sat in front of their computers and chose, they decided…on purpose, to paint this horrible picture…of a mistake…an offer of kindness that went awry.
On the other hand, this wonderful LARGER group responded with great humor and understanding! How beautiful!
Yes, I cried.
There were tears of pity for the few, because I know that something inside of them claws at their mind. A great pain must hurt them so deeply that they lash out at any sign of weakness in another. And, yes, I prayed for them and for myself, because no matter how hard I try to stand up straight, pull back those shoulders and take a deep breath to allow God to strengthen my heart, the lashing leaves a scar.
There were tears of appreciation for the larger number who empathized, laughed, forgave my naivety and sympathized with my victimization by a computer with no heart at all and a fascination with Murphy’s Law. Technology won the day! May the God I love “bless the socks off” those who eased my embarrassment!
This video is my heart! I have earned every gray hair I have. I feel lucky to be alive. I have an auto-immune allergy called Alpha-gal which is short for galactose-alpha-1, 3-galactose, a carbohydrate molecule present in every single mammal except apes and humans. [think about that for a minute]
You know what? I AM NOT A VICTIM!!! I am not perfect… I have grey hair… I make mistakes… but I am, by the grace [the marital lovingkindness] of God, beautiful! I can choose to believe the few or I can choose to believe my God who says I am HIS righteousness in Jesus/Yeshua the Christ/Messiah, my husband who says he adores my silver hair and calls me his Segulah [Hebrew for special treasure], and the people who work around me who think I’m brilliant [no idea why].
Every single day you have choices set in front of you, to speak/type life or to speak/type death. It is with scars and great strength that I ask you to choose life! Please choose to speak and to type life into the people around you! Do NOT shame yourself by choosing a greater mistake! Choose honor and laughter… sympathy and kindness.
Be sweet! 🙂
Ms Rebecca
